| Fred is swept up in a net and yanked down a tube. He shoots downward, net and all. He can't see a thing but can feel that it 
is metal under his bum.
 WHOOSH! he goes left.
 WHOOSH! he goes right.
 WHOOSH! he drops down a steeper cross tube, losing his sword as it clanged 
away on the turn.
 WHOOOSHEEE! Fred squeaked to a stop. It was still all
pitch-black and the net was more tangled then ever. There was still metal 
under him. And with the way the wind was going, it was a large room.
 Suddenly several torches lit up.
 Fred blinked and when his eyes adjusted he saw...
 
 
     the dragon.
     several people sitting in his chairs. Then his sword slid past.
     a five hundred foot drop just inches away from his face. Fred's sword slid past and fell into the pit.
     several were-creatures. They made a hand signal. All Allarian knights had a secret hand-signal language to communicate in times of distress. This signal meant they were friendly. (But anyone could torture the signal out of a man)...
     ...Fred's senses were overwhelmed and he went into mental lockdown.
     his mom and dad and family friend Joeseph, who once saved them all from a Metal Blob stampede.
     the kids who gave him wedgies in school. The kids hadn't aged!
     his sword heading straight for his face. SHUNK! Death is quick.
     mounds of cooked bacon. 
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